Page 68 of Race to Me

Foster pulls something from his wallet and cuts the wrapper open with his teeth. A condom. He looks down, rolling it onto his throbbing length before returning to me.

His thumb rolls over my cheek, and he brings his lips to mine.

Gently, he slides inside of me, and I moan into his mouth. A pang of pressure builds, shooting sensory overload to every nerve ending in my body as he gently rocks back and forth. The look of pleasure on his face excites me more, along with the throbbing of his cock inside of me and the way it twitches when I scrape my nails across his back so I can transfer a little of the pain to him.

“Is this okay?” he asks with a moan, clearly holding himself back from the size of the bulging veins in his neck.

My eyes are wild when I reply, “Mhmm,”

The more into the motions we get, the more the grainy sand makes its way over our perspiring skin. Thankfully, it never reaches me there.

I grow accustomed to him, his movements, and the way he feels inside of me. Well, besides the unmistakable feeling of being filled with him. The pressure doesn’t subside, but the unusual feeling grows more comfortable.

I allow myself to roll with the pleasure, allowing the waves beside us to teach me how to crash against him.

Foster’s breathing is heavy as he slides his tongue along my neck, sucking and nibbling on my skin, creating a hickey. His eyes meet mine, and I can tell he’s on the edge, ready to cum.

He tilts his head, studying me as his body travels up and down with every held back thrust that he gives me. “I’m not the good guy, Sky.” His dark eyes rake over my arching body as he slides in and out, warning me when it’s too late.

But doesn’t he know that he’s perfect?

“I don’t care, Foster.” I tell him, moaning his name.

“You should,” He uses one hand to pin both of mine above my head, stretching my body out before him. “Fuck!”

I would collapse if I wasn’t lying down, both from the way he looks and from the way his body rocks back and forth as he maintains his tight hold around my wrists. It’s like I can let go; like I can breathe for the first time in my life.

At the same moment that a wave crashes upon the shore, Foster mimics it. Diving his body into mine with a passionate kiss and a groan from his full lips.

He catches his breath against me, and I look to the stars. I couldn’t have imagined a better way to lose my virginity than like this ... and with him.

I giggle when he passionately sweeps his hand through my hair, filling it with sand.

“Let’s go rinse off.” Foster suggests, rising from where we lay on the ground. In his absence, a cool brush of wind rolls over my naked body. I shake my head, pulling his sand-covered shirt to cover myself. He bends down and rips it from my hands. “Come on,” he says, extending his hand out.

“I’m scared,” I admit, looking out at the dark waters.

“What do you have to be afraid of? Nothing is scarier than not living, Skyler,” Foster helps me up. “Nothing.”

All it takes is one dimpled smirk from him and I find myself running to the water, not away from it.

Foster chases after me, his long legs allowing an advantage to gain momentum easily. He slings his arm around my hips, careful to not touch the bruises that are barely there anymore.

It’s a faint reminder of my life before as we plunge into the after... together.

Twenty-six

We wake to the sunrise. My head is buried into Foster’s chest. I peek up with squinted eyes to find him already looking at me.

“What time is it.” I croak, leaning up and placing my palms against the sand. “I can’t believe we fell asleep here.” I smile, looking out to the ocean that’s being blanketed by the sunrise, a gorgeous pink and orange hue slowly awakening the beach.

Foster laughs, planting a kiss on my cheek. “It’s six in the morning, and we have to get to school.”

I groan, throwing my head back. “We have two hours, and you need to get to school, not me.”

“Why wouldn’t you be coming with me?”

I stand up, dusting a thin layer of sand off of my disheveled clothes and stretching my sore muscles. Remembering why they’re stiff from our perfect moment last night. The memory makes me let out a weird noise from my chest, I cover it with a cough. “There really is no reason for me to go for one semester.” I shrug.

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